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oA  Collection  of  Short  Gems 

for 
cRpnembering 

"oAnniversary  'Days" 

and 

helping  with  "thoughtful  little  things" 

to  enrich  the  home-life 

for 

greater  happiness  and 

higher  thought 


Jrom  the  Ten  of 

John  T.  Short 

J  II 


Published  by 

Foster  &  Short,  Inc. 

San  Francisco,  Calif. 

1922 


Copyrighted  1922 

by 

John  T.  Short 


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This  "Book 


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^Dedicated  to  £My  Loving  Wife 

through  whose  Love 

for  the 

Home  Life  and  devotion  to  all  things 

tending  to 

Happiness  and  Ideal  Living 

the  Author  is 

indebted  for  many 

of  these 

'Beautiful  Thoughts  and 

Inspirations 


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Foreword 

The  object  of  publishing  this  collec- 
tion of  "remembrances"  is  not  for  the 
purpose  of  seeing  them  in  print,  but 
the  great  desire  to  help  inculcate  in  the 
minds  of  my  readers  the  thought  of 
how  much  we  may  help  each  other 
through  life  and  make  it  brighter  and 
better  by  remembering  anniversaries. 
The  writer  has  derived  more  happiness 
from  these  "little  things"  than  he 
could  measure  up,  and  knows  what  joy 
it  has  given  those  who  were  "remem- 
bered" If  the  author  can  only  add 
one  convert  to  the  list,  he  will  consider 
himself  rewarded  for  sending  forth  this 
little  book. 

A  bunch  of  flowers 

And  a  line  or  two 
For  "someone  s  day," 

Brings  joy  to  you. 


Anniversary  Remembrances 


[Mothers  T>ay 

Tis  Mothers'  Day!  oh,  sacred  word, 
The  sweetest  one  we've  ever  heard; 
There's  no  one  here  on  earth,  I  know, 
Whose  heart  is  not  at  all  aglow 
When  Mother's  voice  rings  in  your  ears 
And  helps  to  gladden  passing  years. 

Tis  Mothers'  Day!  oh,  what  joy 
I  do  recall  when  just  a  boy! 
There  is  no  sweeter  sight  to  see 
Than  a  little  child  at  mother's  knee, 
With  laughter,  smiles  and  happiness, 
Climbing  to  quiet  restfulness. 

When  sickness  comes,  who  never 

sleeps — 
But  like  a  sentinel  strict  vigil  keeps? 
Mother! 


Who  shares  the  joy  and  sorrow,  too; 
Forgets  herself, — but  thinks  of  you? 
Mother! 


All  Mother  asks  for  in  return 
Is  that  her  children  each  shall  learn 
To  live  the  life  of  truth  and  love, 
And  revere  her  sweet  name  far  above. 

"God  bless  Mother/'  make  our  prayer, 
In  loving  memory  everywhere. 
Then  don  our  smile — it  is  worth  while, 
For  Mothers'  Day — all  honor! 
Bring  her  flowers,  in  fragrant  showers, 
And  love  her  till  tomorrow. 


Wedding  TSelh 

The  bells  ring  out  tonight- 
Just  for  two; 

With  a  message  clear  and  light — 
Joy  to  you. 

May  each  anniversary  bring 

Memories  sweet; 

And  happier  make  the  "ring" — 
Love  that's  deep. 

The  bells  ring  out  tonight — 

Oh,  glorious  sound; 
May  health,  and  all  that's  bright, 

For  you  abound; 
And  friends,  for  Auld  Lang  Syne, 

Take  thy  hand, 
With  best  wishes — thee  and  thine, 

Throughout  the  land. 


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The  Silver  Wedding 
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May  the  Silver  bring  the  Golden, 

And  the  scene$  along  the  way 
Abound  with  smiles  and  sunshine, 

For  happiness  each  day; 
May  love  and  peace  be  always  yours, 

As  hand  in  hand  you  clasp; 
For  "Hearts  of  Oak"  will  always  prove 

True  blue  until  the  last. 


The  Golden  Wedding 

We  are  gathered  here  today  to  congrat- 
ulate and  honor  two  "young  people" 
who  started  out  in  life  together  fifty 
years  ago  before  the  altar  of  God  and 
pledged  their  troth,  each  to  the  other, 
to  "love  and  cherish"  until  life  doth 
end.  It  is  our  great  privilege  to  be 
present  and  see  how  sacred  they  have 
kept  those  promises  of  "fifty  years 
ago."  Turn  the  picture  back  a  few 
years  and  we  see  them  blessed  with 
children,  each  doing  their  part  nobly 
to  raise  them  up  in  the  path  of  right- 
eousness, and  we  thank  God  that  those 
children  stand  today  an  honor  to  their 
parents  and  their  country.  It  would 
not  be  possible  to  pen  my  feelings  on 
this  glorious  occasion  because  there  is 
not  a  more  beautiful  picture  in  our 
journey  through  the  forest  of  this  life 
than  two  true  and  brave  hearts  that 
have  traveled  "together"  from  "sweet- 


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hearts"  to  "friends,"  from  "friends"  to 
"chums,"  and  then  on  to  "dear  old 
sweethearts,"  until  they  have  reached 
the  crowning  day,  "The  Golden  Wed- 
ding." As  they  turn  their  memories 
back  and  listen  to  the  chimes  of  those 
wedding  bells  of  long  ago,  we  see  them 
lifting  their  hearts  in  thankfulness  for 
many  blessings,  and  also  that  they  are 
"hand  in  hand"  and  "heart  in  heart." 
What  an  inspiration  and  sermon  their 
lives  should  be  to  those  of  us  who  are 
starting  where  they  commenced,  and 
to  those  of  us  who  are  "farther  along." 
How  much  brighter  and  happier  the 
world  would  be  if  we  could  only  have 
more  of  these  beautiful  celebrations. 

Let  us  keep  sacred  our  vow,  "to  love 
and  cherish,"  as  they  have,  and  as  we 
congratulate  our  honored  "Golden 
Bride  and  Groom,"  bid  them  God- 
speed. 


Our  Golden  Wedding  T)ay 


O,  Golden  Day  of  wedded  life! 
Tis  fifty  years  I've  called  thee  wife. 
The  time  has  sped 'midst  care  and  joy; 
Methinks  I  were  again  a  boy, 
Wooing  thee,  as  in  those  days  of  old, 
When  thy  tresses  were  a  wreath  of 
gold, 

And  the  glow  of  youth  upon 
thy  cheek. 

Time's  gentle  hand  hath  touched  thy 

head, 
And  left  its  mark  with  silver  thread; 
But  sweeter  grows  "old  love's  sweet 

song," 
As  hand  in  hand  we  pass  along. 
You've  been  to  me  through  all  these 

years, 
My  only  sweetheart,  that  time  endears, 

With  the  smile  of  love  upon 
thy  cheek. 


Tonight  I  repeat  those  words  to  thee: 
"To  love  and  cherish"  whate'er  may 

be. 
You    brought   me    happiness  —  and 

crowning  joys 
With  one  sweet  girl,  two  bonnie  boys; 
And  to  hear  those  little  voices  call 
'Mother,  dear,"  was  the  best  of  all, 

With  a  look  of  peace  upon  thy 
cheek. 

Ere  we  go,  dear,  to  join  the  throng 
In  merry  laughter  and  joyous  song; 
With  heart  so  light,  staunch  and  true, 
I  raise  my  glass  and  drink  to  you : 
"Good  health,  dear  heart,  till  the  jour- 
ney's run." 
And  now  I  salute  thee  —  the  prize  1 


won- 


With  a  kiss  of  love  upon  thy 
cheek. 


mother's  "Birthday 

We  bring  to  you  the  sweetest  flowers 

Our  loving  hearts  could  find, 
And  kindest  thoughts  for  one  whose 
love 
We  hold,  and  closer  bind — 

Mother. 

Our  memories  wander  back  to  years 

So  swiftly  left  behind; 
And  see  the  one  unselfish  love — 

Whose  heart  was  always  kind — 

Mother. 

We  pray  tonight  that  every  path 
May  lead  to  peace  and  rest; 

And  year  by  year  with  happiness 
May  you  be  doubly  blest — 

Mother. 


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{My  Wife's  "Birthday 

The  morn  breaks  o'er  the  earth; 

Our  hearts  with  thee  rejoice 
In  gladness  for  this  day — 

The  birthday  of  my  choice. 

The  birds  in  fullest  song, 

Sing  sweetly  unto  thee; 
Their  note  a  joyful  one — 

"May  this  day  happy  be." 

The  flowers  salute  thee,  too, 
In  brightest,  prettiest  dress; 

With  beauty  and  sweet  perfume, 
For  my  dearest  one — the  best. 

The  children  bring  their  posies,  too, 
In  happiness,  bright  and  gay; 

With  little  hearts  of  love  and  cheer 
For  many  happy  returns  today. 


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ZMy  Friend's  birthday 


Greetings,  this  morn,  old  friend,  true, 
Best  wishes  and  thoughts  today  for 

you; 
Out  into  the  great  forest  of  life, 
Lending  a  hand  'gainst  sorrow  and 

strife; 


Bright  be  your  smile,  firm   be  your 

step, 
Steadfast  in  purpose,  sincerity  kept. 
Leading  from  darkness,  showing  the 

light, 
Making  life's  battle  each  day  more 

bright. 

Give  me  your  hand,  I  give  you  mine; 
Long  may  our  hearts   in  friendship 

twine; 
So  I  greet  you,  old  friend,  true, 
With  many  happy  returns  to  you. 


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"In  happy  moments,  day  by  day," 
May  smiling  health  light  up  thy 
cheek ; 

"And  for  Bonnie  Annie  Laurie" 
We're  here  today  to  greet. 

"Her  face  it  is  the  fairest," 

And  warms  old  friendship's  heart ; 
"The  Girl  I  left  behind  me," 

We  ne'er  from  her  will  part. 

"Hearts   are   light   and   life   seems 
bright," 

When  Mother's  'round  the  Home; 
"It's  a  long,  long  way  to  Tipperary," 

And  we  do  not  like  to  roam. 


"Should  auld  acquaintance  be  forgot?" 
Well,  not  while  we  are  here; 


'Three  cheers  for  the  Red,  White  and 
Blue," 
With  many  happy  returns  to  you; 
'We'll  take  a  cup  o'  kindness  yet," 
And  we're  very  glad  we  knew. 


^Mother's  Smile 

There  are  smiles  that  last  a  minute, 

And  then  quickly  fade  away; 
There  are  smiles  that  make  you  shiver, 

Like  wind  on  a  stormy  day; 
There  are  smiles  that  make  you  doubt- 
ful, 

As  you  watch  them  weakly  play; 
But  the  smile  that  Mother  gave  me, 

Is  the  smile  I  know  will  stay. 


Grandma  s  birthday 

(This  acrostic  was  written  for  an  old  lady  who  had  been 
blind  for  ten  years.) 

Today  we  greet  you,  grandma,  dear, 
On  the  anniversary  of  your  eightieth 
year; 

God  grant  that  you  may  always  hear 
Rich  voices,  with  their  kindly  cheer, 
And  the  patter  of  those  little  feet, 
Ne'er  to  let  sweet  memories  sleep. 
Day  by  day  may  happy  thoughts 
A/usic  bring  in  silent  hour, 
And  give  peace  beyond  our  power. 


Christmas  Greetings 


"Little  Greetings9 
To  (My  "Grown-Up"  Friends 

Little  drops  of  Kindness, 

Scattered  along  the  way, 
Gives  pleasure  to  the  sower, 

And  brings  a  brighter  day. 

Little  thoughts  for  Fellowship    , 
Will  pay  "one  hundred  per," 

And  help  you  in  your  daily  life, 
So  send — without  demur. 

Little  Smiles  will  always  grow — 
So  never  let  one  "slide" — 

And  "little  things"  all  help  to  make 
A  joyous  Christmas-tide. 

Little  drops  of  Friendship 

Run  through  these  lines  to  you; 

And  wishes  for  your  happiness 
In  years  both  Old  and  New. 


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The  Christmas  Tree 

Where  are  sweeter  memories  found 
Than  when  the  family's  gathered 
'round 

The  Christmas  Tree. 

Each  one  wants  to  have  a  part 
To  gladden  some  child's  little  heart 
At  the  Christmas  Tree. 

When  Christmas  morn  is  ushered  in, 
Each  child's  ready  with  a  vim 

For  the  Christmas  Tree. 

Looking  round  with  eager  eye, 
Trying  the  lovely  things  to  spy 

On  the  Christmas  Tree. 

How  they  dance  with  wondrous  joy, 
When  each  one  gets  some  pretty  toy 
From  the  Christmas  Tree. 


Let's  cherish  the  pleasant  hours  we 

found 
When  loved  ones  each  year  gathered 

'round 

The  Christmas  Tree. 

With  joyous  wish :  "good  health,  good 

cheer," 
And  may  we  meet  again  next  year 
At  the  Christmas  Tree. 


Greetings 

May  the  "spark"  of  good  health, 
prosperity,  and  happiness  "electrify" 
your  whole  being,  "light"  up  the  win- 
dows of  your  soul  with  contented 
smiles,  and  bring  to  you  many  con- 
stant and  sincere  friends. 


ZMy  Wish  to  You 

A  bill  of  Health— 
A  gift  most  dear — 

Each  day,  each  week, 
Each  month,  each  year. 

A  heart  that's  light; 

A  friend  that's  true; 
Each  year  that's  Old, 

Each  year  that's  New. 

A  hand  that's  firm — 
A  thought  that's  kind — 

Each  one  with  love 
Each  other  bind. 


Let  us  be  old-fashioned  and  cherish 
"the  old,  old  spirit"  —  the  Christmas 
spirit — love,  contentment,  happiness — 
and  scatter  a  little  more  "peace  and 
goodwill  among  men"  each  year  as  we 
journey  on. 


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When  the  holly  hangs  within  the  Hall, 

And  the  house  is  bright  and  gay; 
When  the  tree  is  trimmed  with  dainty 
things 
For  a  happy  Christmas  day — 

Just  count  me  in. 

When  the  children's  voices  mingle 

In  joy  and  sweet  delight; 
When  all  is  peace  and  harmony 

For  a  happy  Christmas  night — 
Just  count  me  in. 

When  happy  thoughts  will  bring  to  you 

A  smile  for  every  day; 
When  a  word  or  two  of  cheer  will  help 

Along  life's  varied  way — 

Just  count  me  in. 


When  the  chimes  ring  out  the  year 
that's  old 
And  ring  in  the  year  that's  new; 
When  you  check  your  list  of  steadfast 
friends, 

Who  wish  the  best  for  yours  and 
you — 

Just  count  me  in. 


For  oAuld  Lang  Syne 

An  old-time  thought  I  send  to  you, 
For  Auld  Lang  Syne  and  aye: 

I  wish  that  you  may  happy  be 
This  coming  Christmas  Day! 

May  health,  the  best,  upon  you  wait 
Each  day  that  follows  on; 

And  with  the  New  Year's  open  gate, 
May  life  be  one  sweet  song! 


"Old  Friends" 

In  the  quiet  hours  of  eventide, 
When  the  lights  so  dimly  shine, 

Sometimes  you  sit  and  ponder  things, 
And  kind  o'  look  behind. 

You  see  the  loaded  Christmas  tree, 
And  hear  the  pattering  feet 

Of  children  who  are  now  grown  up, 
And  once  again  you  greet 

That  happy  band  of  smiling  health, 

As  in  the  days  of  yore — 
Although  those  days  have  long  since 
passed, 

You  treasure  more  and  more. 

And  as  each  Christmas  comes  around, 

Its  spirit  comes  to  you — 
You  sit  and  ponder  over  things, 

And  think  of  friendships  true. 


You  see  old  faces  gather  round 
With  laughter  and  with  smile; 

You  catch  the  spirit  in  the  air, 
And  hope  'twill  hold  awhile. 

You  hear  the  strains  of  "Auld  Lang 
Syne" 

Wafted  out  through  the  night, 
And  long  for  the  "cup  o'  kindness  yet" 

That  kept  your  heart  so  light. 

And  then  the  picture  fades  away, 
But  your  memory  "carries  on," 

And  as  you  ponder  over  things, 
Your  heart  fills  up  with  song. 

And  so  you  sit  and  meditate 
At  the  close  of  each  short  year, 

Alone  in  the  quiet  eventide 
And  feel  "old  friends"  so  near. 


Just  a  Smile 

(Written  for  Christmas  at  the  Close  of  the  Great  World 
War,  1918.) 

Just  a  smile  at  Christmastide, 

To  brush  the  clouds  away; 
Just  a  thought  for  other  folk, 

To  bring  a  brighter  day. 
Just  a  word  of  cheer  for  you 

To  pass  on  through  the  land; 
Just  a  line  across  the  sea 

To  praise  our  brave  boys'  stand. 
Just  pass  the  smile  as  days  go  by, 

To  start  the  year  anew; 
Just  keep  the  home  fires  burning 

To  bring  "our  boys"  to  you. 

Now  the  war  is  o'er.- and  peace  has 

come, 
Heralded  in  with  beat  of  drum, 
And  martial  strains  of  music,  too, 
Bringing  the  joyful  news  to  you, 


Those  wondrous  words  will  ring  again : 
"Peace  on  earth,  goodwill  to  men"; 
And  o'er  each  face  a  smile  will  rest 
Whose  heart  speaks  out:  "I  did  my 
best!" 


Greetings 

With  a  little  piece  of  paper, 

And  a  little  drop  of  ink, 
How  close  we  come  together, 

To  help  each  other  think. 

It  only  takes  a  minute 
To  write  a  line  or  two — 

But  it  warms  up  rusty  memories, 
And  makes  them  bright  and  new. 


And  write  it  down  for  Friendship, 
To  tell  you  what  I  think. 

I  think  of  you  in  Springtime, 
When  the  trees  their  leaves  unfold, 

And  the  earth  puts  on  its  gladness 
With  flowers  from  blue  to  gold. 

1  think  of  you  in  Summer, 
When  the  harvest's  ripe  again, 

And  the  busy  reaper's  happy  song 
Rings  out  in  sweet  refrain. 

I  think  of  you  in  Autumn, 
When  nature  sheds  her  dress; 

When  withered  leaves  begin  to  fall, 
To  give  the  trees  a  rest. 

And  then  again  at  Christmas 
My  thoughts  go  out  to  you, 

And  wish  you  all  the  smiling  health 
With  every  morn  anew. 


O,  mighty  God,  in  faith  and  trust, 
Unite  all  nations,  that  swords  may 

rust; 
Lift  up  men's  hearts  with  love  for 

good, 
And  bring  the  world  to  Brotherhood. 
The  greed  for  gold   has   wrung  the 

earth ; 
But  now,  O  God,  bind  to  our  girth 
Love  for  Peace,  and  love  for  work; 
Teach  us  all  'tis  sin  to  shirk. 
Help  men  rise  from  war's  desolation, 
And  come  to  Thee  for  consecration. 


The  Higher  Thought 


Thought 

O,  Thought,  thou  art  a  sacred  thing, 
When  used  to  strengthen  friendship's 

kin! 
Mighty  is  thy  power  for  good — 
For  Peace  and  Justice — and  thou  could 
Bring  each  man's  heart  to  beat  aright, 
And  make  this  world  a  field  of  Light. 
Shut  off  the  dark  and  evil  Thought, 
That's  both  despair  and  misery 
brought. 

O,  precious  Thought,  how  can'st  thou 

heed 
The  voice  of  hatred,  murder,  greed? 
Why  waste  God's  glorious  gift  on 

gloom, 
To  make  life's  journey  a  living  tomb? 
Happiness  will  everywhere  abound 
With  cheerful,  helpful  Thought 

around. 
Light  up  your  mind,  both  day  and 

night, 


With  loving,  hopeful  Thought  for 
right. 

O,  noble  Thought,  fill  full  the  heart 
With  kindness  for  a  manly  part; 
Help  to  uplift  the  fallen  man; 
Extend  to  him  a  brother's  hand; 
Give  thy  strength  to  make  him  stand 
Upright,  happy,  courageous,  grand — 
Turn  thy  Thought  to  the  rising  sun : 
For  peace  on  earth,  'Thy  will  be 
done!" 


Happy  T>ays 

Breathe  of  the  morning  sunshine, 
Drink  of  the  air  so  fresh ! 

Smile  with  the  budding  flowerlet, 
Twill  bring  you  perfect  rest. 

Pray  as  the  morn  is  dawning, 
Pray  as  the  dewdrops  fall, 

Pray  when  the  sun  is  setting, 
Pray  for  faith  at  the  call. 


The  Spirit  of  Life 


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Is  your  life  what  you  wish? 
Do  you  catch  the  fresh  kiss 
That  God  sends  with  the  breeze  each 
morn? 
Salute  the  sweet  flower, 
That  makes  earth  such  a  bower, 
And  give  thanks  to  him  that  you're 
born. 

Good  deeds  will  bring  peace; 

Kind  thoughts  will  increase 
Your  happiness  day  after  day; 

Get  all  that  is  good — 

God  intended  you  should — 
Put  His  Spirit  into  your  clay. 


Shall  We  "Be  Up  and  Ttoing? 


Shall  we  be  up  and  doing 
To  right  the  wrongs  today; 

Or  shall  we  be  indifferent, 
Like  lumps  of  moulded  clay? 

What  would  Christ  be  doing? 

Let's  ponder  o'er  that  thought. 
Shall  we  follow  in  His  footsteps, 

Or  let  His  Word  be  naught? 

Shall  we  sleep  while  the  world  trembles 

For  men  to  put  it  right? 
Shall  we  let  its  glory  wither 

And  be  wanting  in  His  sight? 

Come!   Be  up  and  doing; 

Find  men  to  lead  us  out. 
Work  to  install  His  spirit 

And  clear  away  men's  doubt. 

The  world  is  full  of  beauty; 

If  we  bring  men  to  see 
That  God  is  Love,  Faith  and  Hope, 

And  draw  near  unto  Thee. 


The   Whistling  Parson 


He  had  the  Spirit  of  Morning 
As  he  went  whistling  long; 

And  once  in  a  while,  with  contented 
smile, 
His  voice  arose  in  song. 

The  morn  was  damp  and  heavy, 
The  people  looked  solemn  and  glum ; 

But  he  had  the  Spirit  of  Morning, 
The  faith  of  the  Risen  Son. 

His  mind  was  on  his  people, 
Wishing  that  he  might  bring 

Each  one  the  Spirit  of  Morning; 
With  him  His  praises  sing. 

His  face  lights  up  with  sunshine; 

He  enters  the  sick-room  door 
With  the  Master's  message  of  faith 
and  hope, 

Life  eternal  evermore. 


The  labor  of  love  is  seen  in  his  face; 

Cheer  and  comfort  to  everyone! 
He  goes  on  his  rounds  with  joyful  song, 

And  the  words,  'Thy  Will  be  done!" 

May  you  meet  the  whistling  parson 
With  a  smile  on  his  happy  face, 

And  catch  the  Spirit  of  Morning 
Sent  from  the  Lord  of  Grace. 


{JsCear  to  Mature 

Beautiful  flowers  and  fruit  of  God, 
Drawn  by  the  sun  from  'neath  the  sod; 
Here  will  I  stand  and  watch  you  grow, 
That  I  may  learn  the  best  to  sow. 
Here  will  I  watch  your  leaves  unfold, 
And  in  my  hands  your  beauty  hold; 
Your    blossoms    cheer   the    lonesome 

heart 
And  ofttimes  teach  us  how  to  start 
The  higher  thought  for  God-like  mind, 
And  leave  material  things  behind. 


The  Wandering  Hoy's  Return 

(The  writer  of  these  lines  wishes  he  had  the 
power  to  bring  back  many  "a  wandering  boy" 
to  the  heart  of  the  sorrowful  mother,  and  give 
her  happiness' and  peace.) 

Mother,  I'm  far  away  tonight 
From  thy  confidence,  love  and  joy; 

And  I  hear  your  dear  old  voice  call  out: 
"Oh,  where  is  my  wandering  boy?" 

You  taught  me,  in  that  long  ago, 
The  path  I  ought  to  tread; 

But  I  heeded  not  those  loving  words 
Till  I  was  almost  dead. 

Mother,  dear,  I  plead  in  anguish 
For  the  cause  of  all  thy  pain; 

Oh,  mother,  speak!  give  me  a  chance 
To  prove  myself  a  man  again. 

I  wander  back  to  childhood's  time, 
And  picture  days  of  happy  bliss; 

I  truly  want  to  make  amends, 
Receive  again  my  mother's  kiss. 


Turn  not  from  me,  mother  dear; 

I've  paid  the  price,  and  now  will  rise 
To  work,  to  earn,  through  every  year, 

Thy  dearest  love  —  man's  greatest 
prize. 

Bid  me  come — here  let  me  kneel 
On  bended  knee,  and  raise  my  voice 

In  prayer  to  God,  as  when  a  child — 
You  taught  me  how — and   I'll  re- 
joice. 

There  is  no  one  upon  this  earth, 
Can  fill  your  place,  my  mother  dear; 

And  all  I  ask  is  strength  to  prove 
My  love  for  thee — the  past  to  clear. 

Those  silver  threads  upon  thy  head 
Shall  be  revered  in  memory  sweet; 

Just  take  my  hand,  as  when  a  boy, 
And  show  the  path — I'll  truly  keep. 

Mother,  dear,  shed  not  those  tears! 

Dry  your  eyes — forget  the  past — 
And  turn  your  thoughts  to  happy  years 

With  love  from  me  until  the  last. 


"Baby 

Lying  in  your  cosy  cradle, 

Kicking  up  your  feet, 
Smiling,  blessed  little  baby, 

Innocent  and  sweet. 

Lying  in  your  cosy  cradle, 

Chewing  on  your  ring, 
Oh,  wondrous  little  baby, 

What  happiness  you  bring. 

Lying  in  its  cosy  cradle, 

We  hear  a  soft,  fresh  coo 
Just  before  the  dawn  of  day — 

Tis  baby  calling  you. 

And  as  we  tiptoe  gently  o'er 

To  see  if  babe's  awake, 
We  catch  the  sweetest  morning  smile, 

And  in  our  arms  we  take 

That  little  babe  with  fingers  cold, 
But  eyes  of  sparkling  mirth, 

Caressing  it  with  tenderness, 
Because  we  know  its  worth. 


Our  Tlaby 

"A  tiny  feather  from  the  wing  of  love,  dropped  into  the 
sacred  lap  of  Motherhood." 

Our  home  today  is  full  of  joy! 
The  "king's"  arrived — a  bouncing  boy! 
You  ought  to  see  the  chubby  chap, 
As  he  lays  and  kicks  on  nurse's  lap. 

He  has  no  teeth,  his  head  is  bald; 
Frank  Gordon  the  baby's  name  is 

called; 
And  he  is  the  "cutest"  thing 
That  "anyone"  has  ever  seen. 

Mother  looks  on  so  calm,  serene; 
Wishing,  perhaps,  it  was  a  "queen"; 
But  father  says,  with  a  happy  smile: 
"This  boy  will  do — for  a  little  while." 

Let's  love  this  dearest,  grandest  gift, 
From  God's  great  natural  law; 

And  watch  o'er  him  with  tender  care, 
Belov'd  and  cherished  by  us  all. 


May  this  tiny  feather  from  the  wing  of 
love, 

With  all  its  wondrous  beauty, 
Lead  us  on  in  the  righteous  path 

Of  honor,  love,  and  duty. 


'Dainty  Little  Haby 

Dainty  little  shoelets, 
Made  for  thy  tiny  feet, 

By  loving  hands  so  tender, 
To  make  you  look  so  neat. 

Dainty  little  tootsies, 
Encased  in  pretty  shoes; 

Nothing  could  be  sweeter 
As  baby  lies  and  coos. 

Dainty  little  darling, 
Mother's  love  and  joy; 

God's  great  gift  and  blessing, 
Our  dear  baby  boy. 


Looking  West 

In  the  evening  of  life 

We  review  the  past  years; 
We  welcome  the  smiles, 

And  dismiss  all  our  fears; 
We  look  t'ward  the  West 

As  the  sun  sinks  aglow, 
And  see  there  a  vision — 

And,  in  wisdom,  we  know 
That  out  o'er  the  valley 

Is  the  place  where  we  rest- 
To  live  on  forever — 

In  peace  with  the  blest. 


^Miscellaneous 


Send  a  [Message   With 
Flowers 

(The  following  is  a  suggestion  to  send  anyone  whom  you 
know  to  be  sick  in  the  hospital.) 

My  dear  friend: 

I  sincerely  hope  that  you  may  reap 
a  lasting  benefit  from  the  treatment 
here,  and  regain  perfect  health.  Try 
to  help  yourself  by  helping  others. 
We  appreciate  our  friends  when  we  are 
sick  and  helpless,  and  long  for  the 
smile  that  cheers  and  a  word  of  en- 
couragement. How  our  face  lights  up 
with  joy  when  someone  places  a 
bouquet  of  flowers  beside  our  bed,  and 
how  thankful  we  are  to  the  sender. 

Some  of  us  are  more  fortunate  than 
others — we  have  friends  and  flowers, 
but  there  are  some  in  this  hospital  who 
have  not  a  friend  to  call  or  anyone  to 
send  them  a  reflection  of  God's  beauty 
— a  bouquet  of  flowers — therefore  let 
us  share  our  good  fortune  with  them. 


The  writer,  from  doing  what  he  is 
asking  you  to  do,  knows  what  happi- 
ness there  is  in  sending  a  few  flowers 
to  someone  who  is  sick  and  lonesome 
in  another  part  of  the  hospital.  The 
message  of  thankfulness  brought  back 
by  your  nurse  will  help  you.    Try  it. 

The  sending  of  flowers  as  suggested 
will  mean  a  threefold  happiness — hap- 
piness to  you,  happiness  to  the  friends 
who  sent  them  to  you,  and  a  great 
happiness  to  the  lonesome  soul  you 
send  them  to. 

Send  the  verses  with  your  flowers — 
they  were  written  in  the  hospital  dur- 
ing sickness. 

With  sincere  wishes  for  your  speedy 
recovery  and  hoping  you  may  enjoy 
many  happy  hours  by  trying  to  shed  a 
little  sunshine  where  it  is  needed. 

Very  sincerely, 


Flowers 

These  flowers  of  the  forest 
Were  sent  to  the  florist, 

Then  love  sent  them  on  to  me; 
I  pass  them  along 
With  heart  full  of  song, 

That  others  their  beauty  may  see. 

Sweet  flowers  bring  sunshine 
In  sickness,  in  health  time; 

And  smiles  to  the  lonesome,  too; 
They  reflect  God's  glory, 
And  tell  us  a  story, 

In  various  colors,  so  true. 


Let  us  cherish  the  flowers 
From  God's  beautiful  bowers, 

And  learn  the  lesson  they  teach : 
That  life  is  worth  living — 
For  the  pleasure  of  giving 

Brings  happiness,  if  we  reach. 


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zAlice,  Vm  Waiting  for  Thee 


! 


Do  you  remember  the  day  we  first  met, 
dear, 
"In    the    garden    of   old-fashioned 
roses ?" 
The  birds'  sweetest  song  brought  love 
to  the  scene, 
As  you  stood  with  your  arms  full  of 
posies. 
Your  hair  it  was  golden,  and  blown  to 
the  breeze; 
And  your  face,  full  of  beauty  untold, 
Made  a  picture  for  me  I  ne'er  shall 
forget — 
Tis  the  one  in  my  heart  I  still  hold. 

CHORUS 

Alice!   Alice!   Alice,  I'm  waiting  for 
thee! 
I'll  wait  till  the  sun  goes  down  in  the 
west, 


5»<^ 


Till  the  silvery  moon  rises  high  o'er 

the  crest; 
I'll  come  again,  dear,  in  the  spring 

of  the  year, 
And  whisper  this  message  of  love  in 

your  ear: 
Alice!   Alice!  Alice,   I'm  waiting  for 

thee! 

I  met  you  again  when  the  trees  were  in 
bloom — 
When  the  fragrance  of  Spring  filled 
the  air; 
I    told   you   my   thoughts   had   been 
"Ever  of  Thee," 
And   I   asked  you  my  fortune  to 
share. 
We  strolled  through  the  orchard  in 
perfect  delight 
Until   the  sun   went  down   in   the 
west; 
Then  you  lifted  your  face  with  the 
happiest  smile, 
And  I  knew  that  my  love  had  been 
blest. 


We  stand  and  watch  the  twilight 
As  it  changes  into  night; 

And  we  wonder — and  we  wonder 
Why  all  things  are  not  right. 

If  we  would  study  nature, 

With  good  thoughts  in  our  hearts, 
I  know  we'd  say:  "God  is  Love," 

And  strive  to  do  our  part. 

So  glide  along  the  river, 

And  look  in  Nature's  glass — 

You'll  see  things  there  reflected 
That  will  forever  last; 

See  the  heavens,  the  stars,  the  moon- 
Which  man  can  never  mar; — 

And  bring  you  thoughts  of  higher 
things 
Before  you  "cross  the  bar." 


To  £My  Grandson 

Good  morning,  little  sunshine, 
Won't  you  call  on  me  today? 

There's  lots  of  things  I'll  say  to  you 
If  you  will  come  my  way. 

But  I  suppose  you're  very  busy 
In  the  sandbox  or  the  yard; 

Now  have  a  care,  my  little  boy, 
And  do  not  play  too  hard. 

Don't  paint  up  all  the  pictures, 
Or  run  your  horse  too  fast; 

'Cause  Grandpa  wants  to  have  a  ride, 
So  please  to  make  him  last. 

"Play  ball!"  you  little  rascal, 

And  do  not  run  away; 
Then  Grandpa  sure  will  see  you — 

Well,  almost  any  day. 


The   "Ness"   Calendar 

Follow  out  the  thought  for  each 
month  and  it  will  prove  the  great 
Helpfulness  which  you  so  much  de- 
sire. 

January Hopefulness 

February Cheerfulness 

March Willingness 

April Thoughtfulness 

May Friendliness 

June Fearlessness 

July    Earnestness 

August Mirthf  ulness 

September Tenderness 

October Lovingness 

November Righteousness 

Decern  ber H  appiness 


Patriotic  Poems 

(Written  during  the  time  America  was  engaged  in  the 
World  War.) 


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Our  battle  Cry 

Ring  out,  ring  out!  America! 

With  Wilson's  message  clear! 
Let  everyone  who  loves  this  land 

Shout  "Freedom"  far  and  near. 
We  give  our  hands,  our  hearts,  our 
lives 

At  our  country's  earnest  call, 
To  break  the  band  of  mighty  kings 

Who  trammel  Freedom's  laws 

Democracy !  our  battle  cry, 

Shall  ring  throughout  the  world! 
For  Liberty  and  Brotherhood 

Our  flag  we  hold  unfurled. 
Our  fathers  fought  that  we  might  live 

As  free  men  through  and  through — 
Democracy!  our  battle  cry, 

Beneath  Old  Glory,  true! 

Ring  out,  ring  out!  America! 

And  when  the  cannons  cease, 
Democracy  will  sweep  the  world, 

And  bring  a  lasting  peace. 


Stretch  forth  our  hands  across  the  sea 

With  ideals  in  our  heart; 
And  in  the  fight  for  Liberty, 

Each  take  a  noble  part. 


^America  and  Freedom 

"Rally  round  the  Flag,"  boys, 

For  Freedom  and  for  Right ; 
They've  taunted  us  enough,  boys, 

And  now  we  mean  to  fight. 
Don't  wait  another  day,  boys, 

But  put  the  khaki  on; 
And  as  we  march  for  Uncle  Sam, 

Make  this  our  marching  song: 

CHORUS 

America  and  Freedom, 

Beneath  the  Stars  and  Stripes! 
America  and  Manhood 

Have  always  won  our  fights! 
America  and  Brotherhood, 

Our  cry  from  sea  to  sea! 
America  and  Unity! 

Long  may  it  ever  be. 


"Rally  round  the  Flag,"  boys, 

Old  Glory's  floating  high; 
And  now  it's  up  to  you,  boys, 

To  keep  it  in  the  sky. 
Let's  fight  for  Truth  and  Honor 

Beneath  our  banner,  true! 
"The  Stars  and  Stripes  Forever" 

Means  Liberty  for  you. 


For  Liberty 

Your  boy  and  my  boy, 

In  the  khaki  and  the  blue, 
Will  fight  beneath  Old  Glory 

For  country  and  for  you. 
With  pride  they  pace  the  stormy  deck, 

Or  dig  the  trenches  deep, 
That  we  at  home  may  happy  be, 

And  Freedom  always  keep. 

Your  boy  and  my  boy, 

In  the  khaki  and  the  blue, 
Are  fighting  for  our  Allied  cause 

To  start  the  world  anew. 


So  let's  be  up  and  doing 

Every  hour  each  day  for  them, 
And  not  forget  we  owe  our  lives 

To  Sons  of  Freedom's  men. 


America  is  calling  you 

In  this,  her  hour  of  need, 
To  stand  behind  and  ready, 

Where'er  the  flag  may  lead. 
No  matter  what  we  all  may  do; 

What  sacrifice  we  make; 
Tis  worth  it — yes,  a  thousand  times — 

Our  Liberty's  at  stake. 

The  Minute  Men — a  sturdy  band — 

With  hearts  as  pure  as  gold, 
Will  guard  the  home  for  Uncle  Sam, 

And  never  grow  too  old. 
They'll   "Keep  the  home  fires  burn- 
ing/' 

And  hunt  out  every  spy; 
And  make  you  do  your  duty,  too, 

Or  know  the  reason  why. 


Your  boy  and  my  boy, 

In  the  khaki  and  the  blue, 
Will  bring  the  old  flag  back  again 

With  glory  unto  you. 
But  everyone  must  do  his  share, 

So  cut  out  every  bluff — 
And  damned  be  he  who  first  cries: 

"Hold,  I'm  done,  enough!" 


The  Yanks  *Are  Coming 

Our  boys  are  coming  over 

To  help  your  boys  to  fight ! 
To  fight  the  Allies'  cause,  boys, 

And  struggle  for  the  right. 
The  Flag  of  Freedom  leads  us, 

With  "Victory"  for  our  song! 
Our  boys  are  coming  over — 

And  we  are  coming  strong. 

Our  boys  are  coming  over! 

We've  seen  the  handless  child; 
We've  seen  the  wounded  crucified — 

The  Hun  gone  torture  wild. 


We've  seen  brave  France's  ruined  land, 

Heroic  Belgium's,  too — 
Our  boys  are  coming  over, 

To  fight  'long  side  o'  you. 

Our  boys  are  coming  over! 

We  salute  as  flags  entwine, 
And  glory  in  your  sturdiness 

To  hold  the  Allied  line. 
The  orphan  child,  the  sightless  son, 

Shall  not  cry  out  in  vain; 
Our  boys  are  coming  over, 

The  line  with  you  to  claim. 

Our  boys  are  coming  over! 

God  grant  that  they  may  win; 
Remove  from  earth  the  blighting  curse, 

Let  "lasting  peace"  begin; 
Let  Freedom's  banners  wave  as  one 

'Gainst  mankind's  foe — the  Hun — 
Our  boys  are  coming  over, 

To  "stick"  till  Victory's  won. 


"Hearts  of  Oak" 


Hearts  of  Oak  will  never  bend, 
But  steadfast  stand  until  the  end; 
Looking  onward,  upward,  ever 
Bringing  nations  close  together. 
Hearts  of  Oak  are  stout  and  strong, 
And  always  fight  for  right  'gainst 

wrong; 
So  have  no  fear  for  Britain's  men, 
For  Hearts  of  Oak  will  never  bend. 

Hearts  of  Oak,  your  deeds  we  know, 
And  when  you're  through  we'll  loyally 

show 
How  we  honor  your  wounded,  dead; 
To  make  life  brighter  where'er  you 

tread. 
Brave  Hearts  of  Oak,  how  gloriously 
Your  sons  have  fought  on  land  and 

sea; 
The  Allies  in  each  foreign  land 
All  welcome  you  with  ready  hand. 


myy 


Hearts  of  Oak  we  know  will  win, 
With  Uncle  Sam  now  sailing  in; 
Then  we'll  hear — and  gladly  greet — 
The  Victory  Song  along  the  street. 
Guide  us,  O  God  —  our  hearts  keep 

true 
To  the  boys  who  fight  for  peace  and 

You; 
For  Hearts  of  Oak  will  never  bend, 
But  fight  for  Truth  until  the  end. 


Lest  You  Forget 

(A  Message  to  the  Boy  Leaving  for  the  Front.) 

Listen,  Boy!  you're  about  to  part 
From  the  girl  you  call   "my  sweet- 
heart;" 
Her  prayers  will   be,  both  day  and 

night, 
For  God's  blessing,  to  lead  you  right; 
Her  thoughts  will  be  far  o'er  the  sea, 
That  she  may  watch  and  comfort  thee. 


Should  you  in  action  have  time  to 

pause — 
When  striking  the  blow  for  Freedom's 

cause — 
Just  think  of  the  girl  you  left  behind, 
So  brave,  no  noble,  gentle  and  kind. 

Listen,  Boy!  keep  this  in  your  mind: 
There's  only  one  girl — you  left  behind, 
Doing  her  bit  for  her  boy  far  away, 
Working  so  hard  for  your  welfare  each 

day; 
So  keep  her  love  deep  in  your  heart, 
Twill  give  you  strength  to  do  your 

part. 
Think  of  the  day  when  the  Victory's 

won, 
And  Uncle  Sam  greets  you:  "Boy,  well 

done!" 
But  the  greatest  reward  of  all  will  be, 
Love's  glad  welcome  from  your  girl  to 

thee. 


The  Wanderer 


(A  Tribute  to  the  Berkeley  Defense  Corps.) 


I've    wandered    here    and    wandered 

there, 
In  fact  I've  wandered  everywhere; 
But  since  I've  wandered  'neath  this 

dome, 
It   seems   as   though    I've   wandered 

home. 
The  welcome  hand,  the  cheery  smile — 
Tis  worth  while  wandering  many  a 

mile. 
And  then  the  songs  we  love  to  sing — 
When  our  leader  makes  the  rafters 

ring- 
Stir  up  the  soul  for  the  better  life, 
And  help  to  kill  all  thought  of  strife. 
Another  thing  that  brings  great  joys 
Is  the  way  you  stand  behind  the  boys. 


With  voice  and  purse  you're  always 

there, 
Ready  to  do  an  American's  share. 
And  the  loyalty  to  our  Nation's  flag 
Warms  my  heart,  and  makes  me  glad. 
I've    wandered    here    and    wandered 

there, 
Yet  in  all  my  wanderings  anywhere 
No  better  men  have  I  ever  met; 
And  wandering  here  I'll  ne'er  regret. 
So  I  think  I'll  never  wander  more, 
But  work  right  here  with  the  B.  D. 

Corps. 


v 


The  Fallen  Soldiers 

In  Memoriam. 

Immortal  soldiers!    Immortal  men! 
Your  sacrifice  brought  Peace  again ; 
Peace  to  the  world  for  Brotherhood, 
Because  you  fought  and  bled — yet 

stood 
Grimly  facing  the  world's  great  curse, 
Knowing  full  well  'twould  be  far  worse 
If  you  faltered  in  the  withering  stride 
To  save  the  world — to  turn  the  tide. 


Soldiers  of  Justice!  Soldiers  of  Right! 
Your  righteousness  has  won  the  fight. 
The  world  will  honor  your  glorious 

star 
For  the  noble  way  you  crossed  the  bar; 


No  thought  of  self — 'twas  a  Christian 

deed, 
And  by  your  act  you've  sown  the  seed 
Of  Brotherhood,  goodwill  to  men, 
That  o'er  the  earth  just  peace  might 

reign. 


Sleep  on,  beloved  soldiers,  sleep. 
May  the  God  of  Peace  your  memory 
keep. 


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